Time flies by without leaving a trace, who will steal the passing years? Who else in this world is a wiser thief than time?
The background of the story is at the Metropolitan Museum of Art in New York, where the Russian espionage case breaks out. This story might as well be called "Russian Adventures in New York."
Figure skating fan, mainly YP. Old work from 2010. The other article I wrote in the same period was too pretentious to read, but this one was pretty smooth, and the rare thing is that I also liked it. All the talk about theft and spies is hearsay, please don't take it seriously.
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